The Distant Crown
The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring. It cracked. It was a sound like a bone breaking under a heavy boot. A dry, sharp snap that echoed off the stone walls of the nave. The congregation, kneeling in the pews, looked up. Dust motes danced in the shafts of grey light that cut through the high windows. Silence followed. Not the holy silence of prayer, but the stunned, heavy silence...
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